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#poems on life
stardustemotions · 7 months
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when you think you have nothing left, you still have the moon, sunsets, your favorite music, paper to write on, warm clothes, new starts and your cute self
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— Carolina Outcrop
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angie2022sblog · 9 months
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Ludzie widzą tylko to co chcą widzieć.
Niektórzy robią krok wstecz i odkrywają, że cały czas widzieli to samo ....
Niektórzy dostrzegają, że kłamstwo ma krótkie nogi.
Są jeszcze tacy którzy uciekają jak najdalej by nie musieć na siebie patrzeć.
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27paperlilies · 9 months
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I see you sitting at the bus stop, with tired eyes and a slumped frame. I see you and your transparent pain. I wish to reached out, to soften your sharp edges.
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changingthemood · 1 year
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www.changingthemood.com
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btsbabe7 · 4 months
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Forever writing about the type of love I crave, but have yet to experience.
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solacepoems · 7 months
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I think that maybe
I was born with this worry,
This festering fear
boiling under my skin,
crawling and screaming
to be let out.
How does it feel to
see the stars,
And not be terrified
that they will one day fall on you?
- it's too cloudy here anyway, by Solace
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poetricismic · 1 month
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In search for love, I'm trapped in a self built house of cards...
Poetricismic
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Child, oh child,
Am I raising you well?
Do you like it when I wrap you with heavy blankets and soft pillows?
I'm sorry I don't bathe you often enough.
I'm sorry I don't feed you on time.
But, please understand, it was what I used to get in my days.
I love you, though it wasn't something I got.
Is that enough?
For me, it was the only thing lacking.
Voiceless child,
I hear your cries.
I hear your pleas.
I try to help.
Sightless child,
I'll be your eyes.
I'll tell you what is
wrong and right.
Overhearing child,
I'll cover your ears.
So you do not hear
what your father says.
Broken child,
I will love you.
Crying child,
I will hug you.
Lonely child,
I will try,
try to heal you, try to raise you.
Even if you exist
In a mirror only.
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polyxrwmhpsyxh · 8 months
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ΥΠΑΡΧΟΥΝ ΑΤΟΜΑ ΠΟΥ ΔΕΝ ΕΧΟΥΝ ΔΕΙ/ΔΙΑΒΑΣΕΙ ΧΑΡΡΥ ΠΟΤΤΕΡ;;;; ΠΑΜΕ ΚΑΛΑ;;;;; (ηρεμα το λεω)
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lonelyfrenchpoet · 1 month
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10:54 PM
I want to escape this town
Like no being here any more
Not like dying or anything
But I’m used to this place, hypocritical place
But I am tired
Tired of pretending I am someone else when I’m not
Tired of wearing a mask
I want to be in a place where I can be myself
I want to escape this town
Full of SHIT
By Val (21.12.20)
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an-unlikely-poet · 3 months
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I had not seen myself anywhere in particular at this point in my life
So when I arrived it felt quite familiar
In a distant way, I’d been here before
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"We are a tick on the skin of this sleeping beast. I know what we are. And we breed, raise, teach... Increase"
— Carolina Outcrop, "Woman"
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angie2022sblog · 10 months
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Złamane serce rozpada się na tysiąc kawałków w kompletnej ciszy. Słyszysz je tylko ty. A raczej czujesz ból który temu towarzyszy. Nikt inny poza tobą go nie usłyszy, ani nie poczuje tego bólu.
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27paperlilies · 9 months
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People live on in words printed and read. Skin and paper, dried and aged, only one will never fade.
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changingthemood · 1 year
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www.changingthemood.com
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